don't ask

Please do not make comments like, "you still haven't had that baby yet?" or..."has the baby dropped yet?" or...."Kimmie, that baby just isn't coming out is he." All of the above are offensive and just not allowed. Thanks. We went to the doctor today. He asked how I was. I told him that the car was packed and the baby-sitter was on-call. He asked me if I was serious. Um, yes as serious as a frigg'n heart attack! He measured my stomach and found it to be measuring 42 weeks. My cervix check revealed 1-2 cm, and my cervix is now anterior instead of posterior. Please excuse this mess writing, it's about 4am and I'm trying to catch up and stay awake at the same time! Okay, so regardless of all of those things, he said that we could either be induced on Tuesday (the 22nd) or Thursday (Parker Jay's 2nd Bday ,the 24th!!) Um, really? I couldn't tell you how disappointed and sick I was when I left. He did strip my membranes since this time it was easier since I was 2 cm dilated. We immediately left and called my best friend Corrie. She was just as mad as we were. So, on with work for this week. He says though, that he thinks I will deliver Wednesday or Thursday. Grrrreat. Seems like a dang forever and a day!!
Needless to say, we're pretty much all moved in (besides a few knick knacks and foods)  and OH MY GOSH...it's the nicest place EVER...and we love ours! The open floor plan and brightness of the room really go well together. We got a new mattress and platform bed and it's sooo nice to sleep on. I challenge anyone to find a more comfy bed.
I'll upload some new pics of PJ when I get a chance.I'll have to do better about taking pictures...especially now that he's growing so fast and getting so accustomed to his own little personality!

Hugs and baby love, hope to have good news soon!!!!
Kimmie

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